My semester in Dakar

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Dafa sedd! exclaim all the Senegalese. It is the winter months here, in Dakar, and the Senegalese are chilled to the bone. But for me, I am dying in the heat! It is a funny sight to see—me, sweating in my t-shirt and leggings walking down the road, under the searing sun. And surrounding me, Senegalese in jackets, full suits and ties, even puffy winter coats—not a bead of sweat on their faces!